OOM: Milliways; Firing Range

[redintheledger]

Annoying things about having a husband in the military - sometimes, the military takes him off for exercises and training for days on end. It's not as if Natasha has a lot to do to freaking Khabarovsk, and she'd had plans for Alexei.

But in the absence of one ridiculously attractive husband, a lack of clothes to repair, and entirely unable to bring herself to reread any of the books they'd brought with them, she's taken herself off to Milliways. Not that it's going to pass the time, but at least she could do things to wear herself out enough that a nap wouldn't completely throw off her sleeping-cycle, and that will fill in the time.

So - dressed in trousers and with a scarf pinned over her hair - she's at the firing range with a rifle, practicing her marksmanship.

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[lionlike_tabby]

Minerva has not found a bar in her closet in quite some time - not since she was Hogwarts Head Girl, in fact - and so she has very nearly decided that it is one of those Hogwarts-specific phenomena, like the Hogsmeade passage behind the portrait of Goricke the Unwieldy on the sixth-and-a-half floor, and the extra bedrooms that appear every fourth full moon.

And besides, since her graduation, she has been far, far too busy for such amusing trifles as a gillywater-and-tonic in front of the Viewing Window.

So when the bar turned up where Bletchley's canteen should have been, she was at least a little surprised, and perhaps at least a little pleased. She took her lunch outside with her, in the end, to eat somewhere a little less like a mess hall, and so there is now a young woman (tall, boyishly slim, black hair neatly pulled back, severe secretary spectacles) in an immaculate ATS uniform looking somewhat dismayed at the firing range where she had hoped she would be eating her sandwiches.

[redintheledger]

Focused as she is on the target, she's still aware of her surroundings. She sits up from where she'd been lying down, and gives the woman a small wave to get her attention.

"Is there a problem?"

She swallows the automatic 'comrade' at a sight of a uniform - the uniform isn't Soviet, and she's not familiar with Western uniforms to actually label it.